Sanji paused as he stepped outside his room, Chopper's hat in one hand and a newly lit cigarette in the other. There was already a scent of smoke in the air, not the exact same as that left by his own cigarettes. Apparently someone else had been lucky enough to get a hold of some, but they were no longer in the hallway, whoever they were.

Chopper had a good nose, though. Hopefully he'd be able to distinguish Sanji's scent through the others. If not... had the reindeer ever gotten his room number?